The water dribbled from her hair when she tried to collect the wet clothes hanging on the rope in the wretched rain. Sneeze. Sneeze. Sneeze. Considering the weather and her cold, she tried to run, barefoot, as fast as she could to her home. The grass was pleasant to walk though, the efforts which she put in her gardening daily by waking up at five in the morning. Her side ponytails were swinging in the air. She reached half-way when her mother asked to get the utensils lying in the backyard. She ran quickly inside her home, placed the clothes on one corner of the floor and ran to the backyard to gather the utensils.
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